Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Organ. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.